Page 20 of Enchanting the CEO

Diane smiled. "Gabe did offer to help, but I showed up earlier than planned. I thought it would be best to just get started." She looked like she was about to burst with happiness. "I already have a buyer for my car. I can't believe it. Things are finally starting to look up! But I need to get all the boxes out first.”

I pointed at the one labeled Books. "That’s got to be heavy. I'll help you with it."

"You know what?" Grandmother said. "Why don't you stay at home and help Diane unload? I can get a cab to my friend's house. It’s our bridge meeting today,” she informed Diane.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You said you wanted me to drive you there."

She waved her hand. "There's no need. If you order an Uber, then you can also follow the trip."

Grandmother knew me well. I disliked calling cabs for her, but Uber was different because I could see where she was on the app.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Of course. I'm not a hundred yet. I like to be independent."

Something was off. She'd been dead set on introducing me to her friend's granddaughter, and I was getting downright suspicious. Why had she changed her mind? Then again, I didn't need to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was glad I didn't have to pretend to be excited about being introduced to yet another of her friends' granddaughters. Not that I really minded. Even though grandmother could be a bit meddling, I really didn't mind, as she’d done so much for me and my brothers. But I was glad that I was off the hook today.

I ordered her a luxury version of Uber, and it arrived right away.

"You two have fun," she told me and Diane as I helped her get into the car.

After she left, I turned to Diane. She had her hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck. A single curly strand came out over her right ear, and she kept pushing it back.

Fuck, she's sexy.

"Your grandmother is very thoughtful. Does she have a bridge session with friends every weekend?" Diane asked.

"No, just from time to time. Now, put me to work."

"If you insist."

I grinned. "I do."

“The boxes labeled Books are the heaviest.”

“Got it.”

She took a suitcase, and I grabbed two of the boxes labeled Books, putting them one atop the other.

She stared at me, mouth agape. "You're strong."

"They don't weigh that much. I'm good. Lead the way."

It was a big mistake to ask her to walk in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass; she was wearing shorts again, and since she was a few steps higher on the staircase than me, I had a great view. I forced my gaze away, looking down at the stairs to the side.

"Why are you selling your car?" I asked, trying to get my mind off how hot she was.

"This old thing barely moves. I'm not getting a lot of money for it, but I don't want to be stuck making car payments, especially since I'll be living here. I checked and the public transportation in this neighborhood is great."

"There's no subway around here," I countered.

"It’s about fifteen minutes away. The walk will do me good. I typically only do tours in the city center, and the connections are great. Anyway, once I'm back on my feet, I'll consider buying another car."

I didn't say anything, just kept focusing on my steps and not looking at that gorgeous ass, no matter how lusciously it was displayed in front of me.

Once we got upstairs, she said, "Just stack everything there in the corner."

I looked around, taking it all in. "This is in better shape than the last time I was up here. Did he clean up after himself?" I asked.

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